Admin Bee
He / Him
30
April 12
Lumiose City, Kalos
Pansexual
Broadcast Journalist
Admin
i fell for your magic. i tasted your skin. and though this is tragic, at least i found the end.
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BARNABY FINCH
wilt
POSTED ON Jul 12, 2024 19:55:36 GMT
[nospaces] [attr="class","barnaby-wrap"] [attr="class","barnaby-main"] [attr="class","barnaby-words"] Warmth and gentle comforts with Elisabeth Fiorelli had long since left his mind. Those indulgences had been stripped within that poisoned prison they'd shared and remained there, as far as Barnaby was concerned. [break][break] Now there was only quiet resentment, unease, suspicion. He'd thought he had a strong hold on her after all these years, but perhaps his tether had been too lax. Other men had snuck in in the meantime, it seemed.[break][break] " You're the only person I can trust." [break][break] Darkness smoldered at the edges of the room as he echoed her words.[break][break] " I don't want to burden you."[break][break] The shadows flared with increasing intensity as he continued, at odds with how calmly he was reciting the declarations she'd offered him not all that long ago. [break][break] " I don't want to hurt you."[break][break] As he spoke, his cobalt gaze never left her verdant green, though it lacked the comforting familiarity she was used to. [break][break] " I believed you, you know, Elisabeth."[break][break] Pausing there, silence followed for an unsettling span of time. He wanted to watch the confusion, the scrambling for understanding, the likely panic that she felt upon hearing his cold, despondent tone.[break][break] But she wouldn't be left hanging for too long. BARNABY FINCH was tired of keeping this to himself, after all.[break][break] " Why does MATIAS SILPH know of my existence? Not the journalist—"[break][break] He sighed, heavy with a mixture of exhaustion and bitter betrayal.[break][break] " That 'fucker' Bee." [attr="class","barnaby-notes"] [attr="class","barnaby-pkmn"] [newclass=.barnaby-wrap] margin: 0 auto; width: 420px; background-color: #272727; box-shadow: 2px 2px 0px #333333,-2px 2px 0px #333333,2px -2px 0px #333333,-2px -2px 0px #333333; border: solid 1px #232323; border-radius:3px; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-wrap b] color: #796477; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-wrap i] color: #cecece; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-wrap u] font: 800 12px Quattrocento Sans; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing: 2px; text-decoration: none; color: #808080; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-main] padding: 25px; font: 13px Poppins; text-align: justify; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-pkmn span]filter:grayscale(1);transition:0.4s all; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-pkmn span:hover]filter:none;transition:0.4s all; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-words] padding: 10px; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-notes] background: #2b2b2b; border: 1px #232323 solid; border-radius: 3px; padding: 15px 20px 15px 20px; margin: 10px 7px 0px 8px; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-notes h1] text-transform: uppercase; margin-bottom: 0px; letter-spacing: 2px; font: 600 14px Poppins; color: #796477; [/newclass] [newclass=.barnaby-notes a] font: 13px Quattrocento Sans!important; letter-spacing: .5px; text-transform: lowercase; color: #796477; [/newclass]
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